The Flamebringer
Rabbid!Rin: <Bwah. Bwaaaah. Bwah!>
Archer: <What the Whimsur said.>
Rin: "... Which is?"
Archer: <No idea, but it sounded simultaneously annoyed and disappointed.>
Vi: "... What do you need?"
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Lilycove
Chum: <Mm...>
Jones: <Sure! We'd be glad to help!>
edited 1st Mar '18 10:10:52 AM by CorvusAtrox
"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every
Tang: -glances at the man who pretty obviously resembles a blue Dr. Robotnik-
Tang: -glances at the receding Dr. Exeggutor-
Tang: -places their fingertips together and sighs-
Tang: ...search for "Eggman" at the library.
-Basket scoops them up and they flee with Lua, Rufus, and party-
To: Tinkerers
<Sure, Diane! We're at the Slateport library's maker lab!>
<Oi, enough looking out the chat window at the kids playing sportsball Lucius, you're the only one keeping yourself in your room.>
Atlas
From: Snowy
To: Tinkerers
um... well if it's a grappling hook you want i could whip up something really quickly? i mean grappling hooks are easy. and i'd probably do better than, quote, a "shitty grappling hook"
Flying Colors
From: Diane
Lucius I am going to respectfully look past your insistence on making bad decisions in hopes that we may be friends again someday
Anyway, be there in a sec~
-A Staraptor flies in, clutching a toolkit and a d20-
Diane: <Heyyyyyy~>
No voice to cry suffering
-Megan and co. are currently sort of cuddling for comfort as they walk, huddled close together-
-it's at least partly an Empoleon thing-
Human!Vee: An-d sent. Hope that gets through.
Also.
OMEN, if we're anything other than expendable pawns to you, you'll GET THIS TO THEM.
-and she holds up the Pokémon->human scarf, and— .- .- .- .- .- .- .- .- .- .- *
Vee: -sighs in relief- <Well that's a load off. And my third of the input. I'll miss t h u m b s, but better that they've got it.>
<...oh hey, toilets.>
Tripod: -receives a signal-
- .- -.- . / -.-. .- .-. . / —- ..-. / -.— —- ..- .-. ... . .-.. ..-. .-.-.- / .- .-.. .— .- -.— ... / ... - .. -.-. -.- / -.-. .-.. —- ... . / - —- —. . - .... . .-. —..— / ... - .- -. -.. / ..- .—. / ..-. —- .-. / . .- -.-. .... / —- - .... . .-. .-.-.- / .. ..-. / -.— —- ..- / —. . - / .. -. / -.. . . .—. —..— / ..-. .. -. -.. / -.— —- ..- .-. / .— .- -.— / -... .- -.-. -.- / - —- / ..- ... .-.-.- / ... . -. -.. / .— —- .-. -.. .-.-.- / -. —- - .... .. -. —. / .— .. .-.. .-.. / ... - —- .—. / ..- ... —..— / .. ..-. / -.— —- ..- / -. . . -.. / .. - .-.-.- / -... ..- - / .. / - .... .. -. -.- / -.— —- ..- .——. ...- . / —. —- - / - .... .. ... .-.-.- / -.— —- ..- .——. .-. . / ... .... .- .-. .—. / .- -. -.. / ... - .-. —- -. —. / .- -. -.. / -... .-. .- ...- . —..— / .- -. -.. / .. / -.-. —- ..- .-.. -.. -. .——. - / -... . / .—. .-. —- ..- -.. . .-. .-.-.- / —. —- —- -.. / .-.. ..- -.-. -.- .-.-.- / .-.. —- ...- . —..— / ...- .-.-.- *
-they smile-
Thespi: -squees excitedly- <And there's the Call to Adventure! We accept!>
Ceal: <Y-yes!>
-there's another -blip-blip-, and a scarf falls into their flippers-
Ceal: ?
Tripod: -happy chirp-
Minun: -wandering over- <Ugh, finally.>
Plusle: <Take us there, mystery mon!>
edited 1st Mar '18 10:43:10 AM by Asterisk395
No mind to think. No will to break.
Not A Lawyer
From: Lucius
Hey, it's a perfectly good design, thank you very much! I'm the guy who was a superhero, I would know.
And just for the record I want you all to know that I have made lots of new friends who are all so much cooler than any of you.
So there.
siri show me new ways to play solitaire
Wait is speech-to-text on FUCK
-Diane will easily notice the fruitplane standing by a workbench, a Quilava studying a fishing pole and disassembled power drill next to her-
Basket: <Hey Diane!>
From: Basket
<dude>
edited 1st Mar '18 11:13:23 AM by Tangent128
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
Atlas
Slateport Library
(The goggle-clad head of a Weavile pokes around a doorway. Snowy doesn't advance any further than this, at least not yet; she's afraid she might not be welcome.)
Tastes better on the way back down.
Flying Colors
-Diane lands next to the two, and inspects the materials at her disposal.-
Diane: <All right, let's see what we've got...>
-She notices Snowy, and waves her over.-
Diane: <Heya! We've got some solid plans, but a little innovation is always appreciated!>
-She cracks open her toolbox. It's way bigger on the inside than it has any right to be, and a number of assorted side projects can be seen inside — most of which aren't complete enough to identify, but at least one is clearly the makings of a mechanical arm.-
Lua: -seeing the arm- <I am not cutting my paw off to install this.>
<Ironically, being a cyborg isn't my aesthetic.>
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
Flying Colors
-Diane chirps-
Diane: <Oh, don't worry. That one's for me, just in case something happens. I'm also gonna make a wing to go with it, and see if I can't smooth-talk the Powers That Be into making them interchangeable between forms.>
Basket: -shakes her head- <You're a Brave Bird if you're thinking of asking Mew for help...>
<Anyways! Lua?>
Lua: -nods- <So I've build the grappling head, and that sticks nicely...>
-she tosses a wire at the ceiling; when it makes contact, an electric current is run up towards the tip, which suddenly sticks tight to the surface like spaghetti-
Lua: <It's an electrically-activated adhesive inspired by Treecko feet!>
<And the electricity might be a bonus if I try fighting one of those robots with it...>
<The problem is getting it to fire out and reel back in fast enough...>
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
Flying Colors
Diane: <Oooh. All right, let's make this tinkering check...>
-She rolls the d20. It results in a 14.-
Diane: <Oof, not my greatest... Is any one of you a bard?>
Fwomph
Lilycove
Get in there, beat back the Mobius, figure out how the breach happened in the first place and hopefully if Ratiarty has returned to his lair go in there and... Question him before whatever fate the story has for him. Simple enough.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Lua: <Um... I can play music with this?>
-she fiddles with some knobs attached to a circuit board attached to the motor extracted from the drill, which begins to whirr at different pitches-
Librarian: Shhhhhh
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
Flying Colors
-Diane grins-
Diane: <Perfect.>
-She pulls out a d6, and rolls a 5.-
Diane: <There we go, 19 total! Let's get to work.>
-She starts tinkering with the thing, humming along to the music.-
Dunsparce Cloud
-after finishing their eggs, and about thirty glasses of water between them, Ever and Brie are keeping up with their texts-
To: The Second Half Of The Rainbow 💚💙💜
From: Ever
we were literally kidnapped by a text im not sure
sorry
i want 2
thx 💙
It won't be fun. But it can be hurt. We can win. ò_ó
Thanks for checking in. I promise we'll take care. =)
Ever: I'm glad you seem to be doing better.
-Brie laughs shortly-
Brie: In a weird way, nearly getting killed by Tragedy kind of...helped me process? Like, sometimes things are just so big and horrible that there's really nothing to be done but run, and hope you can find a better position to address them from. And I still don't like it, but, like...I can deal with it?
-...-
Ever: ...Only you could spin getting torn to pieces by a Glitch as a learning experience.
-Brie beams at him. Ever sighs without much exasperation-
To: Vee is For Valiant
From: Ever
i am also glad 2 not b dust lol
& yes i have 2 keep the semiotic significance dying @ this point would b embarrassing
take care of urselves ok i know things r scary but well get thru so dont let selfcare slip 4 heroism
ur worth more than a distraction mmkay
-Ever sighs, mostly with worry this time, and then receives another text, from a number he doesn't have memorized-
Ever: ???
To: Trivia
From: Ever
hey thanks
idk who u are but u seem ominous so im sure well get along 💙
-at which point Amanita bursts in-
Amanita: I got your texts! Are you—
-and sees what, by all accounts, is a group of friends hanging out and chilling-
Amanita: ...I should be more on top of things, shouldn't I?
Brie: Maybe a little.
Meanwhile
-PEFE!Every finishes washing the pan (more extreme methods proved necessary), and checks her phone-
...Why is Lucius in this group chat?
To: Tinkerers
From: Every Memito
Woe is me! To be taken prisoner by the J-team and to have my vast scientific prowess put to use in service of a Quilava!
PEFE!Every: -giggles- He'll never suspect a thing.
PEFE!Every: Um, hello. I'm not really a tinkerer but I suppose I can help?
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Not A Lawyer
From: Lucius
Every Q PEFE your traitorous ass is grass the next time I'm in town
Flying Colors
From: Kai
Thank you, it's a huge relief to hear that. Be safe 💜
-Basket frowns and emails Lucius a Quilava Shimeji-
-Pefery-
Basket: <Hey Every! Diane's looking at the launcher mechanism, though you might like to check out the bio-inspired grapple head design!>
-she points with a wing at the cable currently spaghetti'd on the ceiling-
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
You're shivering. Are you afraid?
-Mezzo is asleep on the couch, blissfully unaware that her boyfriend almost died again-
-Forte re-enters their hotel room to find Shadow on their laptop-
Forte: There you are! I was worried I'd lost you!
Fortis: Hi Pinkie! I'd pick you up but then I couldn't carry Astral!
Astral: <Pew!>
Shadow: <What?>
Forte: Here, you need to see this.
-Forte shows the text from Tangent-
Astral: <Pew?>
Shadow: <I am highly confused.>
Forte: Yeah, me too.
Fortis: Oh my gosh! Maybe it's a fake Pinkie from another universe! You remember, like there was that fake me?
Shadow: <That would be very disturbing.>
From: Fortevee
Shadow's here with me, yeah. We have no idea who that is. Fortis thinks it might be an alternate universe version of him? Who knows.
Dunsparce Cloud
-the purple heart is for Fae Bullshit-
-which makes it an invocation-
-the two feel a little more at peace with the world-
Amanita: ...So seriously, can someone fill me in?
To: Tinkerers
From: Every Memito
I've killed more gods than you have Lucius!
PEFE!Every: Um, hello. I brought Muninn.
-she puts the Mimikyu on a table-
Muninn: -waves- <Ever's not talking to me at the moment, so I thought I'd distract myself. Fair warning, this isn't my area.>
-PEFE!Every nods to Basket, and climbs a nearby bookshelf, steadied by Rotary, to give the grapple some experimental tugs-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Not A Lawyer
From: Lucius
1v1 me mate I'll lay your scrawny scientist ass out
Falchion: <When have you ever talked like this?>
Lucius: When I'm showing her I'm not to be messed with!
Falchion: <Need I remind you of the day you were watching the Iron Giant for the third time that evening and you dropped some ice cream on the floor and started to cry because, quote, "the loss is too real"?>
Lucius: ...She doesn't need to know about that.
-Both are blissfully oblivious to the fact that speech-to-text is still on.-
edited 1st Mar '18 2:24:06 PM by Herbert40k
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
-Lucius blinks in surprise upon seeing Basket's text.-
Lucius: Oh hey, I'm still on the group chat!
-There's a pause.-
Lucius: ...Wait, why am I still on the group chat? They suck and I hate them. Assholes can figure out how to make their own damn grappling hook.
-There's a longer pause.-
From: Lucius
Attachments: shitty_grap_hook_specs.pdf
You're welcome, asswipes.
PS please don't kick me
edited 1st Mar '18 9:58:07 AM by Herbert40k
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.